Siberia

by Steven Croat   Apr 22, 2012


The hoar-spirited bushes hide and lie...
The old glacier of the ice sky
Wears the hard coffin of chill.
The moon feels cold. It becomes ill.

/The sound of a pack of wolves bites into the wind,
The snow storm roars echo throught the wild.../

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  • 11 years ago

    by Aubrey

    Pretty:) I like it:)

  • 11 years ago

    by Aubrey

    It's different .....I like it:)

  • 11 years ago

    by Purple Rose

    This is also a very good poem. I found no mistakes in this one :]

    Beautiful
    5/5

  • 11 years ago

    by Silent Girl

    Amazing poem :)

  • 11 years ago

    by Alanis

    Personally I loved it! I prefer short poems because it sticks to the point and doesn't loose interest. But this poem was wonderful and kept me reading

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